Oh life. I just don’t know what to say to you anymore.

November 9th, 2008 Posted in Uncategorized

I was browsing the real estate listings in the Times, always a dangerous, bittersweet pursuit, and I saw that all the apartments in the first building I lived in when I moved to the city are for sale (except for the one I lived in strangely).  I’m in agony because these apartments are just so lovely.  They all have fireplaces, gorgeous wide plank floors, it’s a small building, great street. And they all have access to a church garden, which was the most beautiful private city garden I have ever seen. (Picture below.)

Oh life.  The way you turn out.  In 1980 the rent for my apartment in this building was $600 a month, and that was considered high at the time, but a very good rent for this block and apartment.  The landlords could have gotten more, but they were such kind, decent people.  I wish I could remember their names.

There’s an open house today and I’m going to try to stop by.  The studio is just perfect for me. It’s even affordable, I would say, for people who make a normal living.  I probably shouldn’t go. I’ll just burst into tears.  You can see the inside of the apartments here.

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